i remember.
the breeze,
the sun.
but also
the screams,
the bruises,
the cuts.
salt is always the smell
of a
memory.
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the simplicity of a broken mind
Poesiaa girl with a broken mind and a broken soul it is nothing more; just broken. an anthology of short poems. pieces of my heart and my mind. ⋆✰☆✰⋆ ⌁ s: 8/20/17 ⌁ c: ? #84 in issues - 8/2/19
oceans
i remember.
the breeze,
the sun.
but also
the screams,
the bruises,
the cuts.
salt is always the smell
of a
memory.
